by Drew Melton
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“Maybe 10 years from now, we’ll meet again at a coffee shop down the road and start over.”
— Unknown
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It’s taken me years to hold something other than disappointment in my hands. But here I am, 2am and I’m drawing stars on my hand with an empty pen.
Hope. That’s what they call this.
What they call– when I tried cracking the moon open to see how it glowed without fire, and swallowed nothing but dust and stone.
Hope, can you hear me? I think we’ve met before, at the intersection of every wrong turn in my life. You were there.
Lighting the matches of my eyes when others blew out their light. The time after the shipwreck when I drank all the water in my lungs and crawled from under ten thousand layers of sea.
You are what they told me I’d never find. You are what I became.
“Hello, we finally meet,” Alaska Gold.
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“Too often, the only escape is sleep.”
— Charles Bukowski
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Sea Waves by marcodeieso
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“The sun watches what I do. But the moon knows all my secrets.”
— Unknown
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